"..."
He pierced through her thoughts with precision.
"My body is only for you to touch, so the wounds are yours to handle, hmm?"
As he spoke, he moved away from her lap, walked earnestly to the cabinet, and took out a small medical kit. He placed it on the sofa.
"Stop dazing off. Come here, and while you're at it, help me figure out how to deal with our beloved son."
Hearing his words, Yan Xinxin was startled back to reality.
However, thinking about what he had just said, sweetness filled her heart.
She quickly got off the bed, barefoot, and walked to Mo Chuxi's side. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, looking at him with flushed cheeks.
"Brother Xi, Yuan will help you."
"..."
Under the shimmering night sky.
The summer breeze gently blew.
Mu Qianshui tilted her neck, struggling to reach the water glass on the cabinet. She stretched her hand out several times but eventually gave up.
"Bang!"
